I was lucky enough to have to deliver kids to school this morning. Everyone wanted to go EARLY! And why not? Today is the last day of the school term. The first day of summer vacation. The beginning of something totally new for the eighth grade students who move on to junior high.
When we arrived, my son was setting up his PA system for the guest DJ (my eldest granddaughter) to play music for an all-school dance party. This song has been in my head ever since.
https://youtu.be/Kgdefpl9f_w (No offense, Flo Rida, but the Golden State Warriors are front and center, right now, in California.)
I had tears in my eyes the whole way home.
I’ve been asking myself why and all I can figure out is milestones of every kind remind us of how fast life speeds by. These moments, which really are just small stepping stones when you’re a child, add up so quickly to the path in our distant past.
Since I grew up in a time when summer vacation was three, full months (June, July and August) and all my closest friends lived in my neighborhood, we hung out daily and played kick-the-can every evening–our bare arms and legs a feasting ground for mosquitos. Our long hot days revolved around swim lessons–if your mother remembered to sign you up–and afternoons at the town pool, which held the coldest water on the planet. (Truth. Ask anyone who grew up in Brookings, South Dakota.)
My friends and I safely slept in a pup tent in my back yard. We slept as late as we could once the sun penetrated the musty-smelling fabric that turned the opaque igloo into a sweatbox. Some afternoons, we’d go to the library to read in the air-conditioned cool to gather strength for our next full day of fun.
My granddaughters have lots of plans for the summer: hiking trips, visits to distant grandparents, swimming in my “big box of water,” and chilling. We called that: doing nothing. I’m pretty sure I complained to my mother about not having something to do. Oh, my, how delicious that sounds to me, now!!
But, my summer will be jam-packed with a deadline looming, a new release every month, a trip to San Diego for RWA, and our hiking retreat to the High Sierra in August. Summer just isn’t the same as when school let out…way back when.
So, how’s your summer shaping up? Travel plans? Will anyone be in San Diego, July 13th. I’ll be signing copies of BLACK HILLS BABY and MONTANA MIRACLE. I haven’t done a signing in a very long time, and I’m excited.
I’m also excited to tell you that BLACK HILLS WHITE KNIGHT, the 6th title in my Black Hills Rendezvous series, is now up for preorder, releasing wide on Tuesday. You can start reading HERE.
This book really touched my heart. It tackles some serious topics, such as spousal abuse and end-of-life choices, but there’s kindness, forgiveness, and a great deal love to bring a smile, too. Here’s one of my favorite lines:
With love and happy wishes for a memorable summer,
(And tongue-in-cheek apologies to any Cavalier fans. I have such a fan-girl crush on Stephen Curry.)